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LITTLE RED-CAP [LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD]


Once upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved by everyone
who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and there was
nothing that she would not have given to the child. Once she gave her a
little cap of red velvet, which suited her so well that she would never
wear anything else; so she was always called ‘Little Red- Cap.’
One day her mother said to her: ‘Come, Little Red-Cap, here is a piece of
cake and a bottle of wine; take them to your grandmother, she is ill and
weak, and they will do her good. Set out before it gets hot, and when you
are going, walk nicely and quietly and do not run off the path, or you may
fall and break the bottle, and then your grandmother will get nothing; and
when you go into her room, don’t forget to say, ‘Good morning’, and
don’t peep into every corner before you do it.’
’I will take great care,’ said Little Red-Cap to her mother, and gave her
hand on it.
The grandmother lived out in the wood, half a league from the village,
and just as Little Red-Cap entered the wood, a wolf met her. Red-Cap did
not know what a wicked creature he was, and was not at all afraid of him.
’Good day, Little Red-Cap,’ said he.
’Thank you kindly, wolf.’
’Whither away so early, Little Red-Cap?’
’To my grandmother’s.’
’What have you got in your apron?’
’Cake and wine; yesterday was baking-day, so poor sick grandmother is
to have something good, to make her stronger.’
’Where does your grandmother live, Little Red-Cap?’
’A good quarter of a league farther on in the wood; her house stands
under the three large oak-trees, the nut-trees are just below; you surely
must know it,’ replied Little Red-Cap.

The wolf thought to himself: ‘What a tender young creature! what a nice
plump mouthful—she will be better to eat than the old woman. I must act
craftily, so as to catch both.’ So he walked for a short time by the side of
Little Red-Cap, and then he said: ‘See, Little Red-Cap, how pretty the
flowers are about here—why do you not look round? I believe, too, that
you do not hear how sweetly the little birds are singing; you walk gravely
along as if you were going to school, while everything else out here in the
wood is merry.’
Little Red-Cap raised her eyes, and when she saw the sunbeams dancing
here and there through the trees, and pretty flowers growing everywhere,
she thought: ‘Suppose I take grandmother a fresh nosegay; that would
please her too. It is so early in the day that I shall still get there in good
time’; and so she ran from the path into the wood to look for flowers. And
whenever she had picked one, she fancied that she saw a still prettier one
farther on, and ran after it, and so got deeper and deeper into the wood.
Meanwhile the wolf ran straight to the grandmother’s house and knocked
at the door.
’Who is there?’
’Little Red-Cap,’ replied the wolf. ‘She is bringing cake and wine; open
the door.’
’Lift the latch,’ called out the grandmother, ‘I am too weak, and cannot
get up.’
The wolf lifted the latch, the door sprang open, and without saying a
word he went straight to the grandmother’s bed, and devoured her. Then
he put on her clothes, dressed himself in her cap laid himself in bed and
drew the curtains. Little Red-Cap, however, had been running about
picking flowers, and when she had gathered so many that she could carry
no more, she remembered her grandmother, and set out on the way to her.
She was surprised to find the cottage-door standing open, and when she
went into the room, she had such a strange feeling that she said to herself:

‘Oh dear! how uneasy I feel today, and at other times I like being with
grandmother so much.’ She called out: ‘Good morning,’ but received no
answer; so she went to the bed and drew back the curtains. There lay her
grandmother with her cap pulled far over her face, and looking very
strange.
’Oh! grandmother,’ she said, ‘what big ears you have!’
’The better to hear you with, my child,’ was the reply.
’But, grandmother, what big eyes you have!’ she said.
’The better to see you with, my dear.’
’But, grandmother, what large hands you have!’
’The better to hug you with.’
’Oh! but, grandmother, what a terrible big mouth you have!’
’The better to eat you with!’
And scarcely had the wolf said this, than with one bound he was out of
bed and swallowed up Red-Cap. When the wolf had appeased his
appetite, he lay down again in the bed, fell asleep and began to snore very
loud. The huntsman was just passing the house, and thought to himself:
‘How the old woman is snoring! I must just see if she wants anything.’ So
he went into the room, and when he came to the bed, he saw that the wolf
was lying in it. ‘Do I find you here, you old sinner!’ said he. ‘I have long
sought you!’ Then just as he was going to fire at him, it occurred to him
that the wolf might have devoured the grandmother, and that she might
still be saved, so he did not fire, but took a pair of scissors, and began to
cut open the stomach of the sleeping wolf. When he had made two snips,
he saw the little Red-Cap shining, and then he made two snips more, and
the little girl sprang out, crying: ‘Ah, how frightened I have been! How
dark it was inside the wolf’; and after that the aged grandmother came out
alive also, but scarcely able to breathe. Red-Cap, however, quickly
fetched great stones with which they filled the wolf’s belly, and when he
awoke, he wanted to run away, but the stones were so heavy that he

collapsed at once, and fell dead.
Then all three were delighted. The huntsman drew off the wolf’s skin and
went home with it; the grandmother ate the cake and drank the wine
which Red-Cap had brought, and revived, but Red-Cap thought to herself:
‘As long as I live, I will never by myself leave the path, to run into the
wood, when my mother has forbidden me to do so.’
It also related that once when Red-Cap was again taking cakes to the old
grandmother, another wolf spoke to her, and tried to entice her from the
path. Red-Cap, however, was on her guard, and went straight forward on
her way, and told her grandmother that she had met the wolf, and that he
had said ‘good morning’ to her, but with such a wicked look in his eyes,
that if they had not been on the public road she was certain he would have
eaten her up. ‘Well,’ said the grandmother, ‘we will shut the door, that he
may not come in.’ Soon afterwards the wolf knocked, and cried: ‘Open
the door, grandmother, I am Little Red-Cap, and am bringing you some
cakes.’ But they did not speak, or open the door, so the grey-beard stole
twice or thrice round the house, and at last jumped on the roof, intending
to wait until Red-Cap went home in the evening, and then to steal after
her and devour her in the darkness. But the grandmother saw what was in
his thoughts. In front of the house was a great stone trough, so she said to
the child: ‘Take the pail, Red-Cap; I made some sausages yesterday, so
carry the water in which I boiled them to the trough.’ Red-Cap carried
until the great trough was quite full. Then the smell of the sausages
reached the wolf, and he sniffed and peeped down, and at last stretched
out his neck so far that he could no longer keep his footing and began to
slip, and slipped down from the roof straight into the great trough, and
was drowned. But Red-Cap went joyously home, and no one ever did
anything to harm her again.